I can tell by the way I’ve been getting ideas in my dreams that I’m pretty immersed in both of these.

Today I’ve been working on a birthday present for a friend. We have a lot in common: she is a poet and a maker of books, a gardener and knitter, a walker and wild-swimmer and a lover of birds. This is a tiny concertina book in a Japanese-style box portfolio. The plants are invisible because they are imaginary … Lady’s smirk, Shepherd’s curse, Tart’s-tongue fern …

Yes, Deggie, from Annual Matrimony to Zillions, dozens of them! I had such fun making them up. It was an idea borrowed from the poet Alec Finlay, which is why I don’t sell this book. Most of them are loosely based on real names, which makes them more amusing to the reader who knows a little botany. I can see you know your plants.
I do like your labyrinths and baskets.